Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-02-18

from Boston; but there is plenty Of
room. Harry shall sleep in the cedar
chamber. Mr.. De Motto shall have the
red room. +: Where is he now?"
IL think he's having cigar and
reading the newspaper in the smoke
house, rather guiltily confessed Phoebe.
''Go and call him in" said Mrs. Gar
raway. "Tell him he shall be welcome"
And Phoebe obeyed, scarcely able tc
believe her own ears. -, ... J
"She's deal better than any Fairy
Godmother I ever heard Of" thought
she.
Mr.. De Motto was indeed tall and
ITroubadour-like. He had dark, pensive
eyes, and wore very handsome satin
necktle; and if his finger nails were not
as clean as Mrs. Garraway liked to see,
and his pocket handkerchiefs were not
OF the finest linen, still people thought
differently upon such subjects.
Harry Sanford looks the most OF q
gentleman" thought Mrs. Garraway.
And even Phoebe, in q mental com.
parison, could not help owning to her
self that MIR. Sanford seemed the most
at his ease
"But them" thought Phoebe, she
hasn't any diplomatic troubles on his
mind. Iwish, though, that dear Mid
dleton wouldn't eat green peas with his
fork, and that he would take a little
more notice of the chair covers. and not
drag them off every time he sits down.
1 never knew before that he chewed
tobacco. l hope that it won't make
Grand-a1nt Garraway nervous!"
But Grand-aunt Garraway smiled
her sweetest, and seemed to notice moth
ing amlss.
Aud Harry Sanford diligently talked
politics, and did his best to amuse the
stranger.
Nevertheless, when Phoebe went to
bed that night, she was not so happy
as she expected to be.
For diplomat, Mr. De Motto was
not SO remarkably intelligent, after all,
and she was very certain that his gram
mar was not altogether correct.
She hoped that Harry Sanford had
not observed it.
In the dead Of the night, Grand aunt
Garraway's hand fell softly on Phmbe's
shoulder. She started up.
"Hush!' said the old lady. "Don't
utter sound. Get up. Come down
stairs with me-"
"What is the matter?" gaspea the
girl.
"Your fine lover is breaking into my
cherry wood bureau" said Mrs. Cara
way. "He has complete set of burglars
tools. But don't look. SO frightened, my
dear. The jewel is here. but it is
empty. Harry Sanford has the pins
and pendants at the county bank. He's
welcome so Ill he can find. And Harry
and the farm laborer have got his &C
complete safely tied outside; and
they're ready to seize on him the
moment he steps across the threshold.
But come! I want you to see for your
selfr'
And, standing on the staircase, where
she could peep through the transom-
light into the back parlor, Phoebe be-
held her Troubadour lover picking
locks and prying open drawers in a
most business-like manner
In spite of her resolutions, she ut
tered a little cry.
Mr.. De Motto looked up and saw her.
The next, instant the room was in
darkness.
But, we caught the fellow as neatly
as possible" Mr.. Harry Sanford said,
afterward, with the empty jewel case
in his possession and lot of silver
spoons in his breast pocket. He's an
old hand, the Albany authorities say.
Light fingered Lenluel,' they call him;
and he's safe to get long term in the
penitentiary."
Alas, poor Phoebe!
"But how did you know he was a
"a thief, Aunt Garraway?" she said.
II didn't know, child" said the old
lady. / only suspected that everything
wasn't right. But don't fret. One
doesn't expect young girl like you to
be the best Judge of character in the
world. Harry Sanford declared he
was rascal the first moment he set
eyes on him."
"You see," said Harry, che never
looked me straight in the eyes. That
is an unfailing symptom"
And Harry Sanford set him 50 dill
gently to work to console the disillu-
sionized maiden that he soon succeeded
in restoring her temporarily eclipsed
smiles,
So the expedition to Grand-aunt
Caravans proved success, after all.
The Middleton DeMotte engagement
was broken up, and there is every
probability that new one will rise,
Phenix like, out Of the ashes.